Speaking of forces of nature and speaking of art, when it comes to Broadway musicals, I have to talk about Betty Buckley. No, I never saw her in Carrie, and I'm not even one of the millions who pretend they did. (The legendary original Broadway production of Carrie is the perfect example of the archetypal flop that would have been a hit if everyone who claims to have seen it actually did.) As in all great Betty Buckley belting performances (there have been many), Carrie gave us Betty's steely stratospheric belt cutting through the air with fearless, peerless aplomb as she acted the frightful daylights out of this dark piece. Like any good fan, I treasure my bootlegs of Betty's thrilling "And Eve Was Weak" and heartbreaking "When There's No One." I enjoyed the recent Off-Broadway production of Carrie, but if that (production's recording) means Betty will never record the complete score, I'm staging a protest.